On May 9th Dique and I took his mom to see the Broadway show Wicked, and we loved it. I, true to my musical-theater-geek-self immediately went home and downloaded the soundtrack on my iPod. I'm listening to it now, in fact, for my daily does of showtunes. Mmmmm. Showtunes. They always go down smooth.
Dique, MamaB and I have all read the book. We all enjoyed the book. The musical is not really like the book very much at all. It's been Broadway-ized: happy endings, punchy tunes, fabulous costumes and lots of dry ice. The musical originally showed in San Francisco on it's pre-Broadway run, and this is it's first time back in the Bay Area since then. There's been months and months of advertising - Dique and I have both been shocked out of sleep when the clock radio turns on mid-way through a long high note about defying gravity. We had planned seeing the musical since Christmas, but the wedding threw a wrench in the plans so May would have to suffice.
The theater was sold-out and everyone was really excited; we had great seats and full tummies after a yummy dinner at the nearby Soluna. The set looked magical and the lights went down as the orchestra lit up. The music is great in the show - great and very loud. So loud that it sometimes overshadowed the lyrics - I feel like I've enjoyed the show more now that I own the soundtrack and have listened to the words. But, again, I'm a huge musical-theater geek.
The gist of the show, whether you hear every word or not, is simple: the green witch is misunderstood and very deep, the blonde cheery witch is happy-go-lucky and popular. Polar opposites, they surprise themselves and others when they form a strong friendship. It's a sweet story set in a fantastical world, and anyone who is as geeky as I am would love it. I will probably want to see it again at some point, because I know I missed certain elements due to the sheer overstimulation of the production.
Just, maybe, next time I'll bring some ear plugs.
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